Friday, December 19, 2008

Ghosts of Christmas Past, part 15

All right then, this year we are getting down to business. The torture method of choice for this year was Forced Fanaticism.

This was the first year the Cougars came to the Las Vegas bowl and so I thought it was an appropriate theme. I sent out 97 cards that said "Go Cougars" on them. The thought of so many people hanging my card up on their wall, made me giddy with happiness.

Of course my two teenage sons, do not share my enthusiasm as is witnessed most plainly on their cute little ornery faces. Bless their little hearts. I would have to say that this is one of my favorite pictures of all time for a myriad of reasons.

To go with my picture, I wrote a cleverish letter using football terms to describe the events of the year. Things like kick off another year, Diana's explosive improvement in reading, Jared's reception of eight merit badges, Trent's learner's permit in the grasp, my husband used yards of electrical wire, and time out for me at women's conference.





And look back to when Trent is two and tell me that he is not making the exact same little mad "V" shape in his forehead? Somethings never change. I just hope he doesn't have this face for his wedding pictures.

5 comments:

Kristina P. said...

The V is sort of reversed when he gets older! Funny!

Shawna said...

The boys really look to be glaring at the camera and you three look completely oblivious and as happy as you can be...too funny.

Eliza said...

I've been waiting for this picture, because its the one that I recieved and so I knew the BYU craziness was spreading in your family.

Kris said...

I think this is one of my favorite photos. I loved your letter that year two.

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Oh that photo (and story) is hee hee larious. Ha ha ha ha Forced Fanatacism.

You look so happy. And your husband has finally changed. But your boys. ha ha hahaa haah

Now can you see why the plan included free angency. hee hee

Oh, they look so unhappy.

Your son is very HOT when he's unhappy, btw.